Bregalad's Lament

By J R R Tolkien

O Orofarne, Lassemista, Carnimirie!

O rowan fair, upon your hair how white the blossom lay!

O rowan mine, I saw you shine upon a summer's day,

Your rind so bright, your leaves so light, your voice so cool and soft!

Upon your head how golden-red the crown you bare aloft!

O rowan dead, upon your head your haif is dry and grey;

Your crown is spilled, your voice is stilled for ever and a day.

O Orofarne, Lassemista, Carnimirie!